. sometimes.My rooms had six inch thick cork walls with four inches under the floor. I was dressing when there was a knock and glanced at the door, "w...o is it!"The door opened and my mother looked in, "sorry George but I have a couple of girls that need a place to sleep."I sighed because she had done this every year since I was fourteen, "mother."She held the door and I blinked as two girls walked in. They wore very little which was normal for festival. One had silver hair and waved, "I am. “No, actually that’s not at all necessary, although I’d love to sell them to you. Some of our best choices are actually pretty reasonable.” He motioned toward the racks of bottles. “May I?” I shrugged. “Sure, you bet. I put myself in your capable hands.” He proceeded to select for me, a Cabernet Sauvignon followed by what he called “a nice Merlot”, and then we moved to the whites for a Chardonnay and a Pinot Grigio. I made it a point to remember his pronunciations of the names. Nothing he chose. "Dave, Evie and Paul all gawked at me as if I was insane."And furthermore –" I began, but I never got to finish my remark, as Dave did something completely out of character for him. My normally non-confrontational buddy stepped up to me, smiling severely with clenched teeth. He grabbed me by the shirt and directed me out into the hall."Let's discuss this outside," he told me in a no-nonsense manner.To the others, he said, "We'll be right back."He closed the door, and glared at me."Are you out. Jack turned to look at Emily, who still stood in horror in the doorway."Glad you decided to finally join us, Em," Jack said to his twin sister. He grinned wickedly at her. "Come on in. Join us. It'll be fun. Promise."Emily didn't move, though she wanted to run. She wanted to run far, far away, as far from her sick, perverted twin as she possibly could. Her stomach churned and roiled, and for a moment she thought she might be sick. She felt lightheaded and nauseous, and her hands shook ... with.